"Brandon, you'll be in charge of the third VIP room; we are having some important guests tonight, and we can't afford to treat them sloppily," Aaron, the manager of the White Gold club, instructed as he glanced at the young man, with curly brunette hair and a pair of hazel eyes, standing by the door, dressed in a neatly ironed white and black uniform.Brandon frowned at the manager's instructions, and he opened his mouth, wanting to refute them, when Aaron lifted his hand to stop him. "I know what you want to say, but I'm afraid I can't change it this time," Aaron voiced with a shake of his head."The guest specifically asked that you be the one to serve them tonight. I tried asking why since you don't attend to VIP guests, but they insisted. They also promised a huge payment and lots of tips for you," Aaron explained."Are you sure they aren't up to something illegal? You know how fussy those VIP guests are, and that's why you never allowed me to serve them. Aren't you confused as to

Angered by Brandon's defiant attitude, Young Master Dean pushed him backwards roughly while aiming to punch him in the face.Being a person who constantly worked out, Brandon was able to easily dodge the blow while sending one of his own that connected with young Master Dean's flawless face. As the punch came into contact with Dean's face, he staggered back while holding his face in pain. "You damned peasant! How dare you raise your hand against me! I'm going to kill you! What are you waiting for? Get him for me!" He bellowed angrily as he signaled to his bodyguards.Brandon, who had lost his rational thinking to anger, stood with his head held high as the huge bodyguards charged at him. He was able to dodge the first few punches sent his way; however, he was soon sent into the wall as the bodyguards attacked at the same time.As his back hit the wall with a loud explosive sound, the wall caved in, and Brandon coughed out a mouthful of blood as he slid down the wall onto his buttocks

"I don't think I understand what is going on here, Mr. Henry. I grew up with my mother in the back street of Chicago. All of my childhood memories are intact, without a missing piece. I've seen several pictures of my mother during her pregnancy with me and pictures of her holding me while I was an infant. I have some of those pictures in my apartment."My mother had never once mentioned to me that I was adopted, so I don't understand how I can be the young master you are looking for," Brandon breathed out as he took in Henry's serious face as he declared his words.No matter how he thought about it, he could not bring himself to accept the obvious truth staring him deep in his soul. The truth is in the form of a picture. The baby in the cot looks exactly like his baby pictures. The one he had with the mother he had known all his life. With a shake of his head, he continued, trying so hard to convince himself that what he believed in was reality. "I only came to California to study,

"Here, sign it," Cassandra declared smugly as she brought out a stack of divorce papers that she had prepared beforehand. Brandon took the papers and read through them carefully, trying to find if there were any traps in them.Confirming there was none, he picked up the papers and began to sign without much as an argument or a complaint. Cassandra stared in shock at the stone-cold Brandon signing the divorce papers without any hesitation. Despite wanting the divorce, she never imagined he would sign it easily, so casually. Like, she never meant anything to him.He had agreed way too easily for her liking, which made her feel insulted that he didn't beg or at least fight to keep her.She would not have agreed, but at least it would make her feel like a winner for a long time.Looking at the signed papers, she felt cheap and annoyed. She stared fixedly at him, trying to see any slight change in his expressionless face to show she had won. She had made him feel less than a man, but al

"Master Brandon, you should allow the maids to do that for you; that's what we get paid for," Leah, the cook, voiced shakily as she walked into the kitchen after her break to see Brandon cutting himself a plate of fruit. A cold shiver ran down her back at the thought of how livid Henry would be if he found out about Brandon serving himself. "Give it to me; I'll be done in no time," she announced as she moved closer, trying to take up the task from him. "It's fine; I can do it myself. It's just a plate of fruit," Brandon replied calmly as he continued to peel the apple like he had done thousands of times in the past."I heard you will be in charge of the banquet menu; what will be on the menu, if I may ask?" Brandon questioned, trying to make small talk to help her relax and get used to his presence since it would soon become an everyday occurrence in the mansion.Suddenly getting served when he had been the one doing the serving all his life made him feel awkward and uncomfortable,